And so, I'm at that point in life where I don't cry anymore when things go bad or when events don't occur as I had planned. That's this point where nothing can possibly hurt more and nothing could be worse than this. I believe I have seen it all and there's no hope in sight.
I'm no longer moved when people walk away from me. I feel like I no longer have a choice in life and I'm not good enough for them. I accept whatever I'm given and I lay no atom of complaint instead rewarding everyone with a fake smile, flaunting my dimples like everything's perfect.
Actually in my world right now, I'm too tired to fight for anything. So everything seems okay to me; whether I'm being cheated, beaten, humiliated, battered or taken for granted, it's okay by me because I feel it couldn't get any worse than it already is and I don't believe it's going to get any better. My tears has been exhausted and I don't feel a thing anymore. All I can do is smile, and watch the world pass me by.
YOU ARE READING
Tales Of A Depressed Teen
RandomShort Stories. In between are poems. Random thoughts about the misconceived ideas people have towards me. I'm not happy, I'm just smiling. Plastic smiles always worn outside. Behind doors, it's me, myself and I battling with depression.
